Just when you thought Comrade Clayton had hit rock bottom by taking selfies with the likes of Ron Reynolds, we get this latest humiliation ritual.
My god. I guess he ran out of the “12 old people at a taco stand” events and is now just driving up to random buildings and barging in to yammer about oligarchs and pinwheels.
So the kid who doesn’t have time to run his “ranch” properly and doesn’t have time to implement a SINGLE ONE of his promised “services coming soon!” from a year ago (goat yoga, petting zoo, etc) has LOTS of time to crash the pottery class of a bunch of navel-gazing dummy females and then pander for votes by making an ashtray for his mommy for Christmas. How embarrassing.
In other news, Texas Dem State chair Kendall Scudder is on record receiving my request for ALL of Clayton Tucker’s candidacy documents. The clock is now ticking, Ken Doll!
